Vol 3 Chapter 767: Red sweater

If the old man is crying and grabbing the ground here, Zhou Ze estimates that he really kicked it;
Scold: old and unreasonable.
But see the old way like this,
Boss Zhou was really worried.
It’s important to know that the psychological bearing capacity of old people is very strong,
Seventy years of ups and downs,
Fortunately, it came along with New China,
How rough and hard it is,
In the end they all gritted their teeth.
No matter what happened before, the old man always laughed, at least on the spiritual level, he has always been a benchmark, um, a spiritual giant.
but now,
The old man clutched the red sweater blankly,
Squatting like that,
Squatting,
Squatting,
Like a wood carving.
Zhou Ze walked over and squatted in front of the old man. "What's wrong?"
The old man raised his head, looked at Zhou Ze, his eyes focused on as much as possible, and then smiled habitually,
"Boss, come here."
"Go, let's go back."
When Zhou Ze said, he helped him up.
I didn't ask what happened. If it used to be, everyone should make fun of it, but now this is not the time to talk.
The black chick once summed up some of Zhou Ze's temperament,
Thin and cold, it is difficult to take the initiative and trust others.
But for those who have been identified, but also very short-sighted.
at the moment,
Don’t say that the old way doesn’t seem to have done something,
Even if it's really a crime,
Zhou Ze will leave him here without saying anything!
"Hey, make a note."
A policeman knocked on the table and said.
Zhou Ze didn't take the lead and led the old man straight out.
The policeman shook his head and said nothing more.
Waiting for the car,
Zhou Ze started the car,
The old man sitting in the co-pilot position suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou Ze, saying:
"Boss, go to Dongmen Street."
The old man clutched the red sweater in his hand, and he didn't want to let it go.
"Row."
Zhou Ze nodded, did not return to the bookstore, but drove to Dongmen Street.
There is a RT-Mart on Dongmen Street, but it runs around from RT-Mart and opens a little further. It is a small vegetable market with a small street.
On the street, there are several pedicure shops and hair salon shops.
Without waiting for Lao Dao to give directions, Zhou Ze slowly drove in while observing Lao Dao's situation.
Lao Dao's eyes fixed on a small store called "Qinzuyuan".
Zhou Ze stopped the car.
The old man pushed the car door, walked down, took a deep breath.
Although boss Zhou is difficult to understand, if you come to find a big girl, you need such a heavy face?
Shouldn't men generally jump to such places "This is the feeling of flying"?
Lao Dao sighed, crossed the road, and walked over there, Zhou Ze followed, Lao Dao's mental state at this time made Zhou Ze a little inaccurate.
Opened the store door,
There is a middle-aged woman sitting in the store watching TV, meeting the guests, and getting up quickly:
"Sorry, I am the only one in the shop today. We are only doing formal ones now."
This sentence means,
We used to be informal,
Another meaning is,
If you add money, you can do it informally.
"Big sister, I'm just here, I'm Fang Xing'er's friend."
After hearing the word "Fang Xing", the middle-aged woman's face changed a bit and said:
"Oh, okay, it's okay, look. I'm from the shop next door. The lady boss is still in the bureau. Tell me to visit a shop."
Master nodded, "Thank you."
"Why are you polite? Go out and have a sincere friend who is better than anything."
The middle-aged woman looked at Lao Dao, a little sighed, and then her eyes fell on Zhou Ze, who was following Lao Dao, saying:
"Little brother, don't you wash your feet?"
Zhou Ze shook his head.
In his private life, Yingying is basically wrapped in Yuan'er. After getting accustomed to Yingying's tenderness and thoughtfulness and professional skills, some things outside are not at all attractive.
Moreover,
This place is a place where old men like patrons like to patronize,
Does not match the taste of boss Zhou.
"Row."
The middle-aged woman took two disposable cups, put some tea leaves, poured water, and handed it to Zhou Ze and Lao Tao.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
The middle-aged woman continued to sit back on the sofa and watch TV.
The old man walks in and out of his own way. There is a narrow staircase inside. It is very narrow at the beginning. After reaching the corner, it is much more spacious. When you walk to the top, the layout of the second floor is much looser. There are six or seven separate Small room.
If you just press your feet, you usually don’t need so many small rooms. Don’t you all press your feet? You can put a generous row of side-by-side chairs there.
Coupled with the pink background here, with a separate small space, men with a little life experience can guess the scale here.
"I said, where is that Fang Xing?"
Zhou Ze asked.
Lao Dao didn't say anything, just turned around and gave Zhou Ze a wry smile.
"Man, dead?"
Zhou Ze asked.
Lao Dao closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s no wonder that an old friend died.
The old man pushed open the door of a small room,
The pattern in the door is also very small,
Just a half-meter wide bed plus a bedside table, with wet wipes and facial tissues on top, and in the small hanging basket above, there are colorful smurfs.
Lao Tao sat down in the crib,
Put the half-woven red sweater on the bed,
He gathered his hands together,
Head down.
Boss Zhou frowned slightly, this is to see Wu Siren?
"Boss, have you ever contacted the woman here?"
Zhou Ze is difficult to answer.
"Oh, look at what I asked."
The old man smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Actually, I really like it here, because it's real, and real people can meet you frankly as long as you give money."
Zhou Ze stood beside him, lit a cigarette, and listened silently.
"The play is meaningless, what is the previous sentence?" the old man asked. "Oh, no need to answer, that's what it means."
"But how to say, in fact, it's almost the same, I rarely come to Fang Xing, the number of times has come too much, bad, disturbing people's lives.
She generally runs out of business and is empty before sending me a>
Fang Xing's son just went to college, and after she was laid off, she earned tuition for her son by doing this. Her husband likes to play with money, and she doesn't have money to do things.
Her family's living expenses are all supported by her.
In fact, the money is quick to do this, but it is also tired, it is really tired.
Moreover, to be honest, she can't make big money. She is old and doesn't want her in the club. Here, the price of fast food is the same, and she has to split half with the boss.
After a lot of hard work and tossing over a guest, it was really not much.
But earning a little bit more than entering Zhenger Bajing.
She did this by giving her son a college graduation and saving a down payment.
She had told me that as long as her son graduated from college, he would be able to go home, go home all kinds of land, rest, this day is too tired.
Now that her son is getting married, she has to continue to provide the children with a house, help pay off the loans, and reduce the pressure on the children.
Sometimes when she is not busy, she will send WeChat to me, and I will come over and chatter.
She said to me, brother, you only wear a robe in the winter. It's too cold. Let's knit a sweater for you. Anyway, in winter, there are not many guests.
On this day, the thief was cold, so cold that people would freeze it. "
"I said yes."
"She knits sweaters for me. When a guest comes, she puts down the sweater. After she finishes her work, she sits on this bed and continues to knit sweaters for me."
"My relationship with her is purely money. I give money every time I come, and I don't think about what is almost exempt.
I don't do this kind of thing. After all, it's not easy for everyone to make a living. "
Zhou Ze rubbed his eyebrows as a last resort, interrupting the old self-talk, asking:
"Did she have an accident?"
The old man is silent,
Covering your face with both hands,
A bit painful,
Road:
"She told me yesterday evening that the sweater was woven in a few days, let me go and give it to me, and I said yes.
She lives in a rented room nearby, does not live in the store, cannot live in the store, and is inconvenient.
She rented there with a few fellow villagers, and there are sisters who do this business.
Yesterday,
She came because of her aunt,
So I didn't go to work,
Just send me a sentence at home without a sentence>
She told me about her son, told me about her son's house, told me that she wanted to renovate the broken house in her hometown, and told me what kind of wife she wanted to give her son Zhang Luo.
I said a lot,
She knew I liked listening to it, and she didn't dislike listening to it.
Ha ha,
I'm in a bookstore,
Encountered some old dead ghosts,
I also like to chatter with them.
then,
She heard the cry of the child next to her room,
She lives next door to a young couple who is working part-time but has no children.
She went to see it and found that the child was well dressed. The child was abducted.
She was holding the child, yelling, kidnapping, kidnapping!
The couple beat her and kicked her, and she held the child without letting go.
Then the man,
I picked up the kitchen knife..."
The old man reached out and gestured,
"That kind of narrow-mouthed kitchen knife, stabbed directly, Fang Xing still did not let go, blood, blood, blood..."
The couple was so scared that they slipped away, and now the police are still arresting.
The child stayed,
Was found,
Fang Xing is dead,
She is dead. "
Zhou Ze heard this, took a deep breath, and smoked heavily.
Ben also wanted to say that Attorney Ann asked you to marry,
But this is nothing to say.
The old man touched his nose,
Continue to talk to yourself:
"Fang Xing told me that she knew that the money would come quickly and would cut off her possibility of doing other things.
But anyway, she was dead, and she was getting older. She could squeeze as many times as she could.
Just like squeezing oil,
Squeeze a little more oil to make a little more.
Gee huh,
I was thinking tonight in the bookstore, maybe I can see Fang Xing again;
But I just saw her body at the police station~EbookFREE.me~ She only confirmed that the child was snatched by her before she swallowed.
She walked peacefully, really peacefully,
This kind of person is not used to transfer books.
I even her last face,
I can't see you..."
The old man reached up and grabbed the half-knitted sweater,
Red,
red,
It seems to be stained with blood...
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